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wandasbbg · 10 months

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Build Me Up, Buttercup

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,340

Warnings: Fluff. Slight smut: fingering, r receiving.

Summary: Wanda rewards you after your big day. That reward is cut short far too soon after it starts. Part two to Chin Up, Buttercup.

A/N: It's been awhile, but part two is finally here!

“Go get comfortable, love bug.” Wanda had gently pushed you towards your bedroom almost as soon as you got through the garage door.

It was easy enough following the woman's instructions, changing into a soft pair of satin pajamas she had left out for you before lying down. You sighed softly as you finally got to relax after a long day, the soft mattress that Wanda insisted was good for you, because of some memory foam something or another, cushioning your exhausted body. You spread out into an x, not bothering to readjust yourself as you let your weight be taken by the mattress. You laid there for an unmeasurable amount of time, shallowly breathing as you let your mind think of anything and nothing all at once.

“There’s my tired girl.” Wanda’s voice floated between your ears, bringing a small smile to your face. Despite how tired you were and the fact that you wanted nothing more than to sink into the mattress below you, you couldn’t help but be happy. You knew Wanda would take care of you.

You kept your eyes closed, listening as she mulled about the room, changing into her own pajamas by the sound of the closet door opening and closing. The thing needed to be greased months ago, but that was the last thing on your mind. Well, maybe not the last thing, but definitely not the most important. You thought back on your day, on the fact that you hadn’t been home in well over ten hours, swept up in a multitude of interviews and pictures to even realize how long had passed. The sun had just began to set when you had left the venue, a somehow bright and dull orangish yellow casting a soft glow over everything. It was all you could watch on the way home, how Wanda seemed to shimmer in the light.

Even in the darkness of your room without the overhead light on, the still-setting sun was more than enough light. You were so caught up you hadn’t realized Wanda moving until she was sitting on the bed next to you. She was cautious, as if she didn’t want to rouse you, had you been asleep. Wanda smiled softly, reaching her right hand out to swipe the hair away from your forehead. At this, you blinked your eyes open, your gaze just slightly unfocused as you looked up at her.

“Hi pretty girl.” The woman smiled down at you, the simple gesture making you warm in the cool room. You leaned into her touch, humming in a silent hello. You let your eyes flutter shut once again as she began tracing your features, letting her continue on. It might as well have been a full body massage with the way that your shoulders untensed, your entire body relaxing with the one movement. “Hi.” You added after a moment.

“Mommy’s so proud of you, sweetheart.” Wanda whispered softly, her words no louder than the soft hum of the overhead fan. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing she too had a grin on her face based on how satisfied her words sounded. Her hand never stopped, going between tracing your face and carding through your hair. You were sure it was one of her favorite activities, given how often she did it. You wouldn’t complain though. Couldn’t complain.

“Doin’ such a big girl thing today. You oughta be proud of yourself too, sweet pea.” Her words reflected how proud she truly was, her smile shining through. It made you squirm. She had said she was proud of you before, too many times to count, but something about this moment. Something about the way she so delicately touched you, like you were a blossoming flower, too fragile to be picked just yet, but still needing encouragement. The way her voice reflected what she felt, you knew because she would never lie to you. Not about something like this.

“Mommy.” You were aware of how you whined the word, though you didn’t really care. She knew what praise did to you. And yet, here she was, saying how proud she was of you without a doubt in her mind. You brought your right hand up to hold her arm, opening your eyes to stare up at her with wide eyes. She was ethereal, truly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” The woman drawled, pausing her ministrations as she watched you intently. It made you squirm, the apples of your cheeks bright red. You hated how vulnerable you felt all of a sudden, turning your head to the side as you tried to muster your thoughts. You could feel how your chin trembled, fresh tears springing to your eyes. You swiped at them before Wanda could even see them, inhaling sharply.

“I don’ think so.” You shook your head, sniffling quietly. Wanda could see how upset you had gotten despite your lousy attempt to hide, moving to cup your cheeks. She ran her thumbs under your eyes, concern written across her features.

“You don’t think so? Why’s that, hun?” Her voice was soft, the same as the kisses she pressed against your cheeks. You grabbed her wrists, squeezing them in an attempt to push your tears away. Whining softly, you shook your head again, closing your eyes tightly before looking up at the woman.

“Don’ know.” You shrugged, lowering your gaze to stare hazily at her wrists. Wanda paused with a hum, giving you time to collect yourself. She never once stopped rubbing at your cheeks, though, sporadic kisses being placed all around your face.

“Well, you don’t have to worry that pretty little head about it, you hear me? Because you did all that by yourself and I couldn’t be happier.” Wanda let her thumbs swipe over your eyes once more before they moved, allowing her the room to be able to press a kiss to both of your eyelids. The moment was beyond intimate, a new sensitivity of pure love filling the room. When you were sure you weren’t going to cry, you opened your eyes, sucking in a deep breath. There were no words to describe how tender the woman was, watching you with the most sincere gaze. Rather than shifting in uncertainty, you continued to squeeze at her wrists, biting your lip.

“I’m so proud of you, darlin’.” Wanda whispered softly, the honey sweet stickiness of her accent weighing the words down to a richness that sounded like the low hum of the sun beating down on the hottest day of the summer.

She pulled your lip out of your teeth for the second time that night, though her own was caught between her teeth in that specific, bold smile of hers. You briefly thought of the fact that it was unfair, she was so worried about your lip that she paid no attention to her own. Or maybe she did know, and was doing it on purpose. Either way, you shrugged, keeping your eyes on hers in a poor attempt to not look down her top. “Don’ be, all I did was talk abo-”

“Ah ah, mommy knows best, doll. I knew my little love could do it.” She cut you off before you could even finish, shaking her head.

The woman paused, shifting herself so she was lying next to you on her side, her head held up by her right hand. Her lips pursed as her eyes squinted. She was thinking about something. Thinking hard about something. You were almost scared to ask, the look of concentration on her face so deep. Instead, you waited, inhaling fully before keeping the air in your lungs, waiting for her to say something. She opened her mouth just slightly, as if to say something before stopping herself. Her lips pursed once again as she leaned towards you, a look of determination replacing her thinking face.

“I wanna see you.” Wanda spoke softly but firmly, her lips set into a thin line as she towered over you. The words made you shiver, suddenly cold in the otherwise warm room. You didn’t know what to say, the huge breath of air suddenly dissipating from your lungs with a gasp. Your mouth opened and closed, something akin to a fish out of water, your mouth suddenly dry.

“Let mommy see you, darlin’.” Wanda cleared her throat before speaking again, her tone more serious and stern. She waited all of one second for you to respond before she took matters into her own hands. Quite literally, as she dragged her left hand down your shoulder, the tips of her fingers just barely ghosting over the silk covering your breast, fiddling with the top button. All you could do was stare up at her, your hand dropping onto the bed next to you.

“Tell Mommy no and I won't, baby.” The woman breathed haughty, her breath warm where it hit your exposed neck. All you could do was nod, somehow stuck against the bed in anticipation. You knew better than to do it yourself, let alone force her hand to do it without permission. So, you laid there, nodding until your neck began to hurt, and even then some. Your nerves already felt frazzled, and she had barely touched you.

“Good girl.” Wanda mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips, not before hovering for just a moment, encouraging you to meet her halfway. Her lips were as smooth as always, the taste of vanilla lingering heavily on them, a result of her favorite chapstick, you knew. It was a short kiss, straight and to the point, before she pulled away.

Wanda shifted so she was straddling you, her right hand coming to support herself near her head, left hand still playing with your top button. You watched as she sat back on your hips, the negligee she was wearing rising to show her thighs. You had to do everything to resist the urge to reach out to grab her, instead fisting the comforter between your thumbs and pointer fingers.

Wanda said nothing as she undid the first button, though a small smirk spread across her face. It was clear she was happy with how well you obeyed her. Without having to be told at that. The first button popped open easy enough, a practiced movement from the older. She worked her way down the shirt, watching as your breathing sped up the more the garment opened.

“Slow down, baby,” Wanda laughed, pausing on the second to last button, pressing her left hand down onto your chest, “We’re in no rush, pumpkin.” The way her voice raised with her laugh coupled with the hand on your chest was more than enough to force a breath through your lungs, your breathing erratic. She waited until it evened out, the sound of her laughter still echoing through your brain.

As soon as she was satisfied, she started unbuttoning the satin once again, leaving the fabric where it was on you rather than pulling it open. Your stomach rose and fell with your chest, the sudden coolness of the air hitting your skin sending goosebumps along your skin, your nipples pebbling against the smooth sleep shirt.

Wanda traced her left hand up your stomach and to your sternum, tracing the small strip of exposed skin. She used both of her hands to push the fabric off your shoulders. As soon as your upper half was no longer covered, the woman cooed softly, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “There’s my pretty girl.”

Her eyes roamed up and down your chest, stopping more than once on your breasts, before coming back up to your eyes. The very tips of her fingers smoothed down the skin of your shoulders, her hands cupping the curves of your body until her thumbs could spread out beneath your breasts, pushing them up just slightly.

“Oh, mommy.” You just barely gasped, expanding your breathing enough to push up into her hold. You knew how desperate you already looked, arching into her touch would just make it worse. As if she didn’t have enough material to tease you already. She leaned closer, how that was even possible, you didn’t know, her lips ghosting over yours. It blocked your view of what she was doing, forcing eye contact.

A smirk spread across her lips, her eyebrow raising. “I think I remember telling you to use your big girl words, did I not?” Her tone, while still light, became stricter. You could feel her thumbs moving, moving away from your skin, but still close enough to know they were there.

“Please.” You couldn’t help but whimper. You wanted nothing other than to bang your feet against the bed, upset at the mere thought of being teased. It was one of Wanda’s favorite things to do but maybe, just maybe, she would take pity on you and give you what you want. If it took desperation, well, you would give her what she wanted. No questions asked. The air around your nipples swirled, no doubt caused by the way Wanda was moving her thumbs in circles. You attempted to arch your back just enough to get her to touch you, though her thumbs pulled away at the same time.

“My baby’s just too dumb to think for herself, huh?” Wanda cooed in faux pity, her smirk turning to a frown. Had she not been taking pity, she would’ve laughed at how easily you fell into her trap. At just how badly you needed her. While her pity was over exaggerated and definitely meant to make you squirm, there was some truth to it. She knew how long of a day you had had and wanted nothing more than to take care of you, not without a little fun first, though.

"Mommy, please.” You internally grimaced at just how needy you sounded, though you found it hard to really care all that much. You knew that asking her to touch you would result in her telling you that she was in fact touching you, just not where you wanted her to. And that would just make you more frustrated, and had her goal been to edge you, you would’ve been fucked. But that wasn’t what she had planned, and instead pulled away from you, leaving her thumbs to hover just above you.

“Such good manners. I think my little girl deserves a reward, hmm. What do you think, sunshine?” The woman didn’t let you answer, pressing the pads of her thumbs down onto your nipples. Your reaction was instantaneous, thrusting your chest into her hands with a moan. Your head tilted back, the feeling of her thumbs alone had you seeing stars already.

All it took was a few minutes after she had laid down for you to get worked up, a new giddiness filling you. There was something else you wanted inside you though, and you’d be damned after the day you had for it to be denied. Wanda drew small circles, rounding the rosy buds as she continued to watch you.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” She chuckled, her voice getting lower and lustier with every word she said. The woman pressed her nose against yours, bringing your head back to rest normally against the pillow without moving her hands away. “Gimme some sugar, suga’.” Her words were sensible against your lips, hardly a second between you pursing your lips and her kissing them.

The kiss was passionate, as sensible as her words. It wasn’t needy, anything but that. Her hands moved as you lips smacked, the angle of both her grip and her head changing simultaneously. Her head tilted to the side, tongue swiping against your bottom lip. You gave her access without a second thought, far too focused on how her fingers gently pinched at your nipples, rolling them between her fingers. You moaned into her mouth, something that sounded oddly similar to the word mommy. You gripped the bedspread, never once breaking the kiss as you began to rub your thighs together.

She kissed you until you were begging for air, your upper body thrashing just slightly against hers, gasping as soon as she pulled back. Wet kisses were trailed down your throat and chest. The hand on your right disappeared, replaced by a wet warmth only seconds later. She didn’t linger though, licking around the bud, much like her thumbs had circled earlier, before pulling away and doing the same to the left, before pulling back alltogether, sitting back on your hips.

“My my, look at you, sweetheart.” Wanda exasperated, as if she was the one being played with. She greedily watched your chest rise and fall, not glancing up at you once. Not until she pushed herself off of your body, however, lying on her side once again.

Her right hand grasped your left, dragging it up near her head to press a kiss against it before pressing it on the bed to hold herself up while also restraining it and giving you the small amount of contact you craved. Her other hand rested on your stomach, pressing down on it just slightly as resistance to your breathing.

“All worked up already. You need mommy to help you, huh?” And all you could do was nod once again, gripping her hand until you were sure there would be nail marks. Wanda’s hand traveled down your body, slipping under the elastic waistband of your shorts with no obstructions. Her hand rotated halfway past the band, the tips of her fingers running down the smooth expanse of your mound.

“Oh, darlin’.” She whispered as her fingers ran through your folds. It would be an understatement to say they were wet. Drenched was more like it. “Is this all for me?” You moaned at the raspiness of her voice, your legs dropping open even more. You attempted to shimmy, whether it was an attempt at opening your legs wider or getting her fingers inside of you, you were unsure of. Wanda allowed the movement, though, using her knee to pin yours to the bed.

“I’m flattered, baby, really.” The words were followed by two fingers being pushed into you. Your pelvis thrust upwards, following her fingers guide.

“Oh, Mommy!” You gasped, unable to see what she was doing. The thrill made you wetter, not knowing or even being able to see what she was going to do. She slowly pulled in and out of you, quite literally dragging time out.

Her pace never quickened, nor did it slow, instead remaining the same as she lazily fucked you. The sensation alone had you moaning, squeezing your eyes closed. It was nothing but heaven. Floating on cloud 9 like you had many times before. Yet, this time was different, a new high filling your body as if your earlier one from the reading hadn’t subsided. You weren’t complaining though. And it wasn’t like you could as the woman pressed her lips against yours once again. Wanda’s tongue moved in your mouth much like her fingers did; slow and steady, not in any rush.

What felt like only seconds after she began thrusting into you, the opening notes of Womanizer blasted from the speaker of Wanda’s phone, the noise shocking you. It had you jumping, a squeal pulled from your throat as Wanda thrust up at the same time. The woman didn’t stop, though, continued to push her fingers in and out of you as the phone continued to ring. She pulled her head away from you, your lips parting with a pop, her movements stopped for only a second as she reached over to grab her phone with the opposite hand.

She answered it, putting it on speaker before setting the device on your chest, gesturing at you to be silent. “Hello?” The rich, feminine voice was just barely louder than the sound of Wanda’s fingers in you.

“Well, howdy there, stranger.” Wanda hollered into the phone, a new smile crossing her lips.

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wandasbbg · 1 year

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The Woman Nextdoor - mommy!wanda x fem neighbor!reader

Wanda was new to the neighborhood. After a long and painful divorce from Vision, what she and her boys needed was a fresh start. That start came in the shape of four green walls, a white front door, and a fenced in backyard. What she didn’t know was that her new start would also come in the shape of you.

warnings: 18+ content, sexual themes and language, age gap, blood.

6.6k words, kinda slow burn, it's worth it tho!

this is my first fic, hope u like it :)

Sunday Night, two days after moving in.

“Alright boys, I know you’re probably nervous for tomorrow, starting at a new school and all, but just know that Mommy is so proud of you both for being so brave throughout this whole thing. I know we are all going to be so happy here, and I know you’re going to love your new school. I can already tell that you’re both going to have so many friends by the end of this week. It’s going to be good, okay?”

Billy and Tommy looked at each other, and then at their mother. The brothers knew how stressed their mom was, and they both wanted to be strong for her, especially now that their Dad was gone. Despite their fears, they smiled courageously for their mother and nodded in agreement with her sentiments.

“Okay, good. If either of you need anything tonight you know I’m just down the hall.”

Wanda put the boys to bed, kissed them goodnight, and went downstairs. She walked into her unfurnished and undecorated kitchen in search of some wine. She found some, thankfully, and sat down on their new couch in their new living room, in this new town, with everything new. Her worries about the boys and school tomorrow washed away somewhat after her second class. Wanda knew she should stop herself after two, remembering what more than 3 glasses did to her.

It had been 6 months since Wanda had been touched by another, despite her separation from Vision only being 2 months ago. For some reason Wanda couldn’t name, she poured herself another glass. The boys were asleep and she desperately needed some relief from the copious amounts of stress clinging to her back and shoulders. The red from her wine began to dance its way into her cheeks, leaving her face very warm. That flushed feeling was growing, and it was quickly traveling down her tired body. Wanda placed her glass down on her new coffee table, and unbuttoned her jeans. Her un-manicured nails slid down into her underwear. She felt herself, her own wetness, and a grunted moan slipped out. She threw her other hand over her mouth…and she kept going. Thinking of nothing but that familiar feeling, one she thought she may have lost, came crashing back to her. It soon sent her tumbling over the edge, as she pumped herself full of her own two fingers, using her thumb to play with her clit, breathing heavily into her hand.

Wanda dumped the last sips of her glass in the sink and went to her new bedroom. She laid in bed, drunk, exhausted, and alone.

Monday Morning, three days after moving in.

“Remember, if at any point something happens you just go and find Ms. Maddie. She’ll help you, and she can call me in an emergency.”

Wanda waved her boys off as they were carried away on the school bus. As she stood there, and the bus disappeared from sight, something caught her eye on the other side of the street. You replaced the image of the bus, as you stood outside and washed your car. Wanda observed your bikini top and jean shorts, looking like Miss Americana. She stood mesmerized as you bent over to dip your sponge deep in the bucket; she watched you flip your hair as you brought the sponge back up to the hood of the red convertible, in what she assumed was your driveway. All those feelings from last night came flooding back and before she knew what she was doing, she was calling out to you.

“Hi!”

You kept washing, headphones blaring as you scrubbed your beloved car, oblivious to the woman trying to get your attention. Wanda figured you must have not heard her, so she waved her hand and tried again.

“Hello! I’m Wanda, your new neighbor!”

You saw something moving frantically from the corner of your eye, which scared the shit out of you, you being a jumpy person since you were a kid. You quickly turn toward the motion while letting out a tiny yelp. Wanda had made her way over to you at this point, standing a few feet from you and your car.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You took your headphones out to be greeted with the kindest smile you’d ever seen. Quickly collecting your thoughts, you threw your sponge in the bucket at your feet and look back at this new woman.

“Don’t worry about it, I startle easily. Uhm…My name is y/n. What did you say your name was again?” You asked, wanting to know more about this new, insanely beautiful character who stood before you.

“Wanda,” she breathed out with a certain softness, “me and my boys moved in a few days ago right across the street.”

This woman was absolutely, breathtakingly, painfully beautiful. Her auburn hair was tied up in a loose bun behind her head—effortless and stunning. Her shirt highlighted her breasts so nicely, you had to look, just for a second. She wore jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and low-top sneakers like someone your age would wear. She was gorgeous, and she was talking to you, which meant you needed to pull it together and talk back.

“Oh! So that’s why I don’t recognize you. I definitely would remember someone like you.”

Wanda smirked at your confidence. She admired you already, and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you were. She also couldn’t help but think of all the things she wanted to do to/with you.

“Thank you y/n, you’re very sweet.”

You blushed at the subtle praise, already realizing what deep shit you were in if this woman lived literally across the street from you. It dawned on you that she could be visible from just the opening of your curtain, and thus, you could be visible to her, too.

Wanda knew she had a chance here and now, so, with nothing else to lose, she took it.

“Well, we’re still trying to get situated and all moved in. It’s just me and the boys, so, if you have some free time, I’d really appreciate some help with the last of the boxes.”

Without hesitation, and in fear of her changing her mind or something equally as horrible, you answered her inquiry with embarrassing eagerness.

“Of course! I mean, yeah. Yes. Just let me know when and I’l be there. So long as I don’t have work, of course, and before I leave to go back to college, but that’s not for another three weeks, which you wouldn’t know–I’m rambling. Sorry. My answer is yes, Wanda, I’ll help you.”

Wanda reveled in your obvious flustered state from her proposal. She felt good knowing how eager you were to help her—to please her. It sent her reeling. She needed someone in her life like you, even just for a little bit. She craved any kind of love. You were shockingly beautiful and Wanda decided that not only did she need you, but that she just had to have you, no matter what it took. She would make you hers. Lucky for her, after only one interaction you wanted that too. You wanted very much to be hers.

“Perfect. Let me have your phone, sweetheart, so I can put in my number.”

You practically threw your phone at her, your hands still being wet from the sponge. You watched her hands work at the task at hand, typing her digits in, and marveled at her. Her hands, her arms, the way a certain vein popped out as she moved her thumb. You were finding it all incredibly sexy, and all she was doing was using a goddamn phone. You were fucked. She finished and handed your phone back to you, smiling seductively. As both of you held each end of your phone, she looked you up and down, unashamedly.

“And don’t be afraid to wear this little get up whenever you stop by.”

Before you could answer, Wanda spun on her heels and walked back to her new home, hips swaying the whole way. She swiftly made her way to her own front door. She had gotten

herself quite worked up after the whole interaction and needed to relieve some tension in the privacy of her own home. She left you there, absolutely dumbfounded, just as she had intended.

Wednesday Morning, five days after moving in.

Wanda woke up soaking wet after yet another dream of you beneath her, screaming out her name. This was becoming a recurring issue, one that Wanda needed to resolve soon. She didn’t have time to help herself out, as the clock told her it was time to wake up the boys for school. Thankfully, they were loving it so far, and Wanda could not have been more relieved. They had even asked to set up a play-date with a new friend they had made. Wanda’s heart filled with pride when she considered the resilience of Billy and Tommy. They were her life. Without them, she’d be nothing. She was so lucky to be their mother. This morning, however, she was wishing she could just have a little more time to herself before beginning her day. But alas, mothering is a full time gig. She got the boys up and ready, driving them to school and dropping them off with a kiss and hug goodbye. When she drove back, she realized that her mind had once again wandered to you. She wondered what you were doing, who you were with, what you were wearing… You were like a drug she swore she would only try once, but of course, became addicted. She hoped you were outside doing something when she got back, or your curtains were open and you were in your room. She wanted to see you, even if you didn’t see her. Luckily, she didn’t need to worry about that. You were outside laying on your lawn with a blanket and a notebook, scribbling in it with focus and beauty.

Wanda parked her car and immediately made her way over to you. Without a word, she sat down next to you. You looked at her, then back to your notebook to keep writing. You were trying to play it cool in front of the woman—nonchalant if you will. After a beat, she spoke.

“Tell me what you’re writing.”

“And why should I do that?” you teased back.

“Because I want you to, and you don’t want to make me sad.” She looked at you with some kind of evil puppy dog eyed look, and you were helpless.

“No, I guess I don’t.”

Your notebook contained shitty poetry and prose. Half-thoughts, diary entries, random notes. You had been working on a poem about a woman who looked coincidentally like Wanda, naturally.

“But” you continued “I can’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“Y/n”, she countered, “I promise it’s not. Please?”

“Why do you want to see so bad anyways?” you questioned, genuinely curious.

“Because I want to know more about you.”

With that, you melted. You would be embarrassed, but maybe she would find it endearing. You considered your options, and realized that you really only had one move here.

“Fine.”

She reached out to take the notebook from your hands, but you quickly swiped it behind your back.

“On one condition. You tell me something about yourself afterwards.”

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, but agreed. You handed over the notebook, and she flipped to the most recent page. She read the beginning lines of a poem about a woman, with hair like fire and the magic of a saint. She was shocked. You were writing about her? Really? A smile graced over lips that she could not hide. She knew you’d never admit it was about her, but she also knew that it in fact was, meaning that you found her alluring. Opting to save you the embarrassment, she didn’t let you know directly that she knew, even though she was sure you assumed.

“This is beautiful, y/n, you have a real gift. This woman you're describing sounds beautiful.”

“She is.” You said quietly, looking down at the notebook she placed back in your lap.

“Okay then, I guess it’s my turn.”

You smiled up at her, forgetting your embarrassment with this opportunity to know more about your new neighbor.

“Anything specific you want to know?” she asked you.

“Nope. Tell me anything you want.”

Wanda loved your response. She loved that you were willing to take anything she gave you, clearly just happy to hear anything about her at all.

“Alright, dear. Let me think.”

Wanda looked at the sky, waiting for something interesting to dawn at her. You watched her red hair fall gently across her shoulders as her head tilted up. You saw her eyelashes flicker slightly as a bird flew above the two of you. You wished you could reach out and touch her—feel her warmth.

“When I was your age, I fell in love with a woman.”

Your jaw hit the floor with a loud thud. You had not expected her to say anything like that, yet, you were so unbelievably happy that she did.

“You’re going to catch flies, y/n” Wanda giggled through her words, amused at your surprise.

You closed your mouth quickly and cleared your throat.

“I like girls too, you know. Well, now you know. So what happened? To her, I mean.”

“I met my ex-husband. My whole life I was told I needed a husband, that I would die without one. So, Vision came around and offered me a stability that she couldn’t. I loved her more, so much more, but I chose him. I got my boys from it, so I’ll never regret the decision. I just wish things could have been different. No, I wish I had been different.”

“Wow, Wanda. I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry you went through that.”

Wanda could see your genuine concern for her in the furrow of your brow, and the twisting of your ring. It warmed her. She hadn’t felt that kind of care in a long time, it was refreshing. It also made her want you that much more.

“Thank you, honey. But don’t worry, that was a very long time ago. I’m a different person now.”

“Still, you must have missed her sometimes. Or atleast the touch of a woman. I know I would have.’

Your eyes widened at your own boldness. Why did you just say that? You barely know this woman. Before you could offer an apology, you realized she was laughing. You smiled.

“Yes, I suppose I did. I do.” Wanda smiled at you, and continued. “Especially lately now that it’s just me. I do miss the touch of a woman.” Wanda made fierce eye contact with you as she said this, taking a brief moment to look at your lips. She saw your cheeks get redder and redder, blushing at her innuendo. She smiled with you, enjoying the youthful, playful side you brought out of her. Both of you stared at each other. You suddenly noticed her leg touching yours, your pinkies brushing against one another. You looked back up at her, already looking at you. She was smiling, so damn beautifully. You instinctively leaned in. You couldn’t help yourself. She followed your actions, putting her hand over yours. Then…your phone rang.

You scrambled to pick it up and answer. As you spoke to your friend, calling over a stupid reason, Wanda took your notebook, ripped out a page, and scribbled a note with your pen. While you spoke and gesticulated with some annoyance, Wanda leaned to you and left a light kiss on your cheek. Your words stopped coming out, even though your mouth still moved. You watched Wanda wink at you, then get up and walk back over to her house, without looking

back. You told your friend you had to go. The note Wanda left flapped in the wind. Your heart leapt at the sight, and you quickly read it.

Thank you y/n. You made my day. I’ll see you soon.

Yours,

Wanda

Wanda watched you read her note through her window. She saw you clutch it your chest, and fall on your back, still holding it tightly. She giggled like a goddamn teenager. She really liked you, and she really wanted you. She wanted you to be hers.

Friday Afternoon, one week after moving in.

With two weeks left before you packed up your stuff and headed back to school, you were busy as a bee. This didn’t stop you, as you hoped it would, from thinking of Wanda. You’d developed a habit of checking your phone every five minutes, hoping she would text you and take you up on your offer to help out. You saw the piles of boxes in her garage, just yesterday, still unmoved. You figured it was only a matter of time. You refrained from making too many plans this week, in case she would call or text and you were all unavailable. You’d never forgive yourself. Thus, you stuck to your front porch, or your front lawn, which clearly had worked out for you.

You continued to do pre-class readings, sort out plane tickets, last minute roommate communications, etc.. Though it was your second year, you were still nervous to go back. Though, not even your back to school nerves kept your gaze focused on your task at hand. You were currently back out on your porch, watching the sun begin to set, as Wanda’s car rounded the corner and pulled into her driveway. The boys flew out of the car and into their backyard, immediately beginning to play with a soccer ball. They were happy to be done with their first week of school, no doubt. Wanda gracefully stepped out of her car and gathered her things. She glanced over toward your house, expecting to find you on the porch. When she was met with your gaze, obviously staring at her before she had looked at you, she beamed. She had been watching you through her window, without your knowledge, and the sight of you overjoyed her.

Some might find that behavior strange, but she loved it. At night, she’d open her curtains to find yours already opened. She enjoyed watching you as you danced around your room, talked to your friends (she tried to push her jealousy aside during those nights), cleaning up, or, her favorite, when you would touch yourself. She couldn’t wait to replace your hand with your own. There was also a part of Wanda that was still afraid of rejection. Vision had treated her like she was nothing—like she was completely useless. Those words stubbornly remained in her mind, but your beauty compelled her. She shut her car door and waved to you.

“Hey y/n! Mind helping me out with those boxes tonight? I want to have the weekend to relax.”

You couldn’t hide your smile if your life depended on it. You had been waiting for what felt like forever, (two days) and, though unlikely that Wanda would feel about you the way you felt about her, you had to try something tonight. If it didn't work out, you reasoned, you’d be gone soon enough and could forget about the whole thing.

“Yeah! Right now? Or later?” you asked.

“Now. It’s already 4 and this might take a while.”

You were up and across the street in record time. Your books were left on the porch steps, along with any dignity you had left.

“Thank you so much y/n, I really appreciate this” she said as she touched your arm with affection and gratitude. Chills spread from her point of contact over your whole body, and all you could do was nod and say “It’s really no problem, Wanda.”

“Good,” she said, “then let's get started.”

What you soon found out was that by “let’s” Wanda meant “you”. At first she started moving some things here and there, but it quickly became you who did all the heavy lifting and Wanda who praised you and asked if you needed anything. You, of course, were happy to comply.

“Wow, y/n. You’re stronger than I thought. Do you work out?”

You were flattered at the compliment, it sent a certain warmth through you.

“Uhm, yeah, sometimes. Not too much I guess. I’ve played sports all my life, so it probably comes from there.”

“Hmm” she hummed in acknowledgment “well you sure know how to put those hands to work.”

The box you were holding fell onto the ground with a startle. You were sure she didn’t mean it like that, but you couldn’t help but take it that way. Especially not after so many nights of imagining her saying something oh, so similar. You dropped down to pick up the box, proclaiming apologies for your clumsiness.

“No, leave it there. I’ve overworked you. The sun has gone down, and there are only a few more things. I can manage the rest tomorrow.”

“But what about your weekend of relaxation?” you asked playfully.

“Your wellbeing is much more important to me, y/n.”

You swallowed at that sentiment, and gave in.

“Well, alright then, if you’re sure.”

“I am. Now come inside with me, I’ll make you some dinner.”

“Oh, no Wanda you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. And, it’s the least I can do. I really have to insist.”

You were learning that there was really no point in arguing with Wanda, she seemed like a woman who knew what she wanted. However, even the woman’s intimidating demeanor could not rid of your playful nature.

“It depends. How good a cook are you?”

She fake gawked at your question, prompting a giggle from her. You swore you’d spend the rest of your summer trying to hear the sound of her laugh as much as possible.

“I guess you’ll just have to come inside and have a taste.”

Right away, Wanda regained the upper-hand. You liked the teasing and flirting that seemed to be happening.

“I guess I will then” you offered, running out of sly things to say.

The boys walked into the garage, asking their mother when dinner would be ready.

“Half-hour boys. Oh, and y/n will be joining us.”

“Cool! Y/n do you play soccer?” Tommy eagerly asked you.

“Yeah, actually, I do. Wanna play while your Mom cooks dinner?”

“Can we Mom?” They asked in unison.

“Really? You’re not tired of it yet? You’ve been playing all afternoon! And y/n is tired, I’ve been working her very hard out here.” Wanda looked at you and smiled, as if you and her had some kind of secret communication going.

“Please mom! We’re not tired!”

Wanda sighed and looked at you. “You’re sure?”

“I’d be happy to.”

Wanda watched you run off with her boys, and she felt something odd. She felt the need to care for you, to protect you. She had only had a few interactions with you, but she had a feeling this whole situation would be more involved than she had planned. You were so sweet, so innocent, so helpful. Wanda was saddened at the thought of you being with anyone else, or you leaving her to go to school. She knew that how these two weeks would go was up to her, if you wanted her like she wanted you. Tonight she was going to find out.

She was lost in her thoughts as she cooked dinner on auto-pilot, making plans for the two of you. She stirred the pot of sauce and imagined you in her bed, trying to be quiet lest to wake up Billy and Tommy. Before she went to call all of you in, she stood behind the sliding glass-door and watched the game the three of you were playing. She imagined a family, a loving home, but quickly pushed that feeling deep down. Even she knew it was too soon for that. She couldn’t handle another loss in that regard, and so she opened the door and called for dinner.

It was, of course, delicious. The three of you ate like animals, asking for seconds within minutes. Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork, watching you talk with her boys.

“Wanda?”

“Hmm?” she said, snapping back to reality.

“I said this is really good, thank you.”

“Well I’m glad you believe in my cooking now, y/n. You should know that I never disappoint.”

The boys continued talking to one another, but you had gone silent. There was no way Wanda wasn’t flirting with you. You didn’t want to ignore her signs and potentially lose the opportunity to be with this amazing woman, but you also didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. As a woman who likes other women, you were constantly aware of your female relationships and the potential of a female friend taking your affection as flirting, or predatory in some way. This held you back in the love department, but you weren’t stupid. This was flirting, and now that you were more comfortable around Wanda and her boys, you gained back your confidence.

“Well that’s good to know. I’ll have to test you on that some time.”

Wanda smirked. You were definitely reciprocating her advances. The boys finished their dinner and Wanda told them it was time for bed.

“But Mom! We wanna play with y/n! Plus our bedtime isn’t for another 20 minutes!”

“Boys, I’ve had a very long day. Can you please just listen to your Mommy?”

Wanda noticed your breath hitch at her use of the word. She smiled as she felt her own panties growing wetter.

Remembering their promise to each other to not make their mom more stressed, the boys sighed in defeat and headed upstairs, their mom following.

You stood there awkwardly, waiting for Wanda to return downstairs. You knew you shouldn’t leave, and you didn’t want to either. You wanted her to make a move so bad it hurt. You were confident, and you could flirt, but when it came to actual sex you needed to be led. Lucky for you, Wanda had a similar craving.

Wanda went to her bedroom and took off her clothes to reveal the lingerie set she had been wearing the whole day. She tied a see through robe-like cover around her, the same color black as her set, beautifully highlighting her scarlett locks. She walked down the stairs to you. She descended, and with each step, watched your eyes darken and your jaw drop more and more.

“Y/n…” she said, slowly walking over to where you stood in her kitchen, leaning on the counter.

“Yes Wanda” you said more like a statement and less of an answer to her vocation.

“Would you like to join me upstairs?”

“Yes, please.”

You didn’t mean to say please outloud, but you noticed what it did to Wanda. Her pupils grew and her hands found yours. She turned around and led you back upstairs to her bedroom. She opened the door and guided you toward her bed.

“Have you been thinking about me, y/n?”

“Yes” you truthfully answered.

“Yes, what?”

“I don’t…I don’t know” You pushed out in slight confusion.

“Yes you do, baby.”

All at once it hit you, like a wave of understanding, like some kind of enlightenment.

“...Mommy. Yes, mommy.”

“Now that’s a good girl.” She sat on her knees in front of you on her bed, you sitting with your back against her headboard. She slid her hands beneath your shirt up to your tits and began to lightly massage them. You tipped your head back slightly, pushing your chest deeper into her palm.

“I’ve been thinking about you too.”

A wave of heat struck you in the face. You looked at her, still finding it hard to believe this was happening at all.

“You have?”

“Oh, don’t act so innocent, sweetheart. I know you kept your curtains open on purpose. You wanted Mommy to see you playing with that pretty pussy. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes, Mommy. I…I wanted you to see me.”

“I know, baby. Mommy knows how hard it must have been. Was I ignoring my baby girl?”

“Please, Wanda.”

Wanda rolled your nipple harshly, leaving you a gasping mess.

“That’s not my name, sweet girl.”

“I’m sorry. Mommy, please. Please touch me. I need you.”

“Look at you. So eager. You’ll take what Mommy gives you. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Good. But baby,” she grabbed your face with both hands so you were looking her in the eye, “if at any point you want to stop, say the word “red”. Alright?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect. Now take your clothes off. Mommy wants to see you.”

You began to strip, dropping your clothes on her floor. Before you began to remove your underwear, Wanda stopped you.

“Wait, honey. Let Mommy do that.”

She stretched your legs apart a little, and ran a finger lightly over your covered cunt. She stopped at the wet spot that, to you, was growing embarrassingly big.

“Oh, poor baby” Wanda cooed and tutted. “I know you need Mommy so bad. I know it’s just so hard. Let me take care of my darling.”

Wanda slowly pulled down your panties, leaving them with the rest of your clothes on her floor. She smiled with pride at how desperate you were, how utterly needy. You were putty in her hands.

“But, what about you? I want to see you too.”

“I know baby, I know. Just let Mommy play with you first, okay? You want to be good for Mommy, don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes I’ll be good.”

This was what you had been waiting for all week. The thought of disappointing Wanda brought tears to your eyes. You wanted her to take over you—to fill your senses so intensely that you could only see, hear, smell, taste, touch, all that was Wanda. You laid there obediently, waiting for Wanda to initiate whatever plans she had for you. To consider those plans in your head made you impossibly wet, just like any other thought you had of Wanda. Your stream of consciousness was interrupted by a light touch to your inner thigh. You looked down at Wanda who was looking at you, watching, and waiting for your reaction.

Wanda traced her finger up to your abdomen, marveling at your muscles tensing under her touch. She continued with both hands up to your chest, over your breasts, and up to your cheeks. Wanda hadn’t kissed you yet. She was waiting for this moment. The moment you were totally willing to submit to her, and then to finally lay her claim on you. You looked into her eyes then down to her lips, then back up at her eyes. She knew you wanted her to kiss you, and she knew you would wait for her to breach the gap. Watching your lip quiver in anticipation sent Wanda over the edge, finally, as she leaned in and connected her lips to yours. A tear fell from each eye down your cheeks, from pure joy. Her pillowy lips landed softly, lovingly on yours. Your hands went up to her cheeks, but hesitated before touching her. She smiled into your kiss and took your hands in her own, placing them on her own face. It confused you, but you didn’t think too much about it as your lips began to dance together. Wanda picked up the pace with a certain hunger, her tongue swiping your bottom lip asking for entrance. Immediately you opened for her, and moaned in neediness. You were still completely naked under her laced body, your pussy throbbing with anticipation and need. Wanda continued to kiss you passionately as you whined beneath her. You needed her. Wanda stopped suddenly. She sat back on her knees and held her hands toward you. You grabbed them and sat up looking at her. She pushed your hair behind your shoulders, gently, taking her time.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n. Do you know that?”

“Thank you.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just turned your head into your shoulder.

She grabbed your chin so you were looking back at her. She kissed you again while pushing you back onto the bed.

“Mommy’s going to taste you now, and I’m going to make you cum over, and over, and over again, until I decide that you’ve had enough. Do you know why, y/n?”

“Why?” You ghosted, no more than a whisper.

“Because I own this pussy. No one touches it but me, and I am going to ruin it for anyone else.”

You moaned. Loudly. You were almost sobbing at this point. You were so deep in your own head that you were barely registering her words. All you could think about were her hands on your thighs, and her words whizzing around you.

Wanda heard your moan and watched in awe. She loved that sound. She needed to hear it again, right away. Wanda slipped a finger into you, watching you bury your face in the pillow. She didn’t move it at first, she only watched you squirm around her hand, trying to gain some friction.

“Patience, detka.” Wanda laughed in a low and evil tone. She began to go in and out, tortuously slow, watching you get worked up as she moved. She knew that after all this time you would be close from just these few movements. She added another finger, and began to pick up the pace, just enough to get your hopes up, before she slowed back down again. It was torture. It was marvelous. You could feel your stomach tightening, and you struggled to believe it. She had done so little, yet, you could feel a need to release building up inside of you.

“Are you close already, baby?”

You hmphed in agreement, not able to open your eyes or mouth.

“Good.” And she stopped. She took out her fingers entirely, and saw the tears begin to pour.

“Please, no, Mommy. Please—I need you inside of me. I need you to touch me. I can’t wait anymore.”

Hearing you beg like that turned something on in Wanda, something primal. While she was getting soaked herself teasing you out, leaving you a begging mess, she needed more.

“Careful what you wish for” is all she said before sliding two fingers back in and pounding with a merciless pace. Her lips connected to your clit while she pumped you full of her fingers. She licked and sucked, adding a third finger when she heard you yelling, “Oh God! Yes! Yes! You feel so good Mommy, you feel so fucking good.”

You whined as Wanda reached her other hand up to play with your tit. She rolled your nipple between her fingers and squeezed as she continued to pump hard and fast.

“I’m gonna—I’m—Wan—Mommy please—please can I cum? Please!”

Wanda took her mouth of you to grant you permission, and good thing because you were already releasing into her mouth the second her lips reattached to your center. You had never cum so hard in your life. Now all you wanted to do was curl up in Wanda's arms and fall asleep. But she wasn’t done. You were incredibly sensitive, but her pace didn’t give. She went harder, almost violently, as she slammed into you. She came up to you and kissed you, stifling your moans. She continued to pump in and out with three fingers, as she moved down to your chest. She bit your collarbone fiercely, waiting for you to whine, to then smooth her tongue over it and ease the pain. You could feel a tiny bit of blood dripping down your tits, and you watched Wanda continue to leave hickeys and love bites, absolutely making sure that everyone knew you were hers. She sucked your nipples and smiled into them, feeling your hand in her hair. She might have cared another time, but not now. She felt your walls closing around her fingers, and could feel your rhythm spasming out of control.

“Go ahead and cum, my love. Cum all over Mommy’s hand.”

You moaned so loud your throat burned and your eyes watered, but you couldn’t help it. Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving little half moons along her beautiful skin, which you might have cared more about if you weren’t feeling the deepest pleasure of your lifetime thus far. You back arched up and your body twitched violently, before slowly coming down and riding out your second orgasm on her fingers. Your hand reached down to push her fingers out of you, as black mascara tears continued to escape due to your overstimulation.

“All done baby, don’t worry. You were so good for Mommy. I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda removed herself from you and headed for the bathroom, still in her lingerie. She came back with a damp washcloth, which found your thighs and stomach, and then your cheeks. Before she wiped your face, she took in the glorious sight of you.

“You look so beautiful right now. A tear-stained mess, all for me. You took Mommy’s fingers so well, honey.”

Rather unexpectedly, you sat up, and just hugged her. You cried into her shoulder, as she rubbed your back up and down, shushing you gently.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I don’t know. I’m not upset, I promise. I don’t know” you said in a raspy whisper, your throat very sore.

“I’m right here, it’s okay.”

You nodded, feeling such a deep and loving warmth as she held you. You realized you could stay in her arms forever. So, when Wanda asked you if you wanted to spend the night, it was an immediate and grateful yes. Wanda gave you some of her pajamas, and you wanted to cry again, just from how happy you were. She made you tea, for your throat, which she felt slightly bad about. She was just happy that the walls were thick, and the boys were heavy sleepers. After you had talked a little in her kitchen, Wanda could tell you were extremely tired. She led you by hand up the stairs into her room and shut the door. You got into bed and, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were asleep. Wanda wrapped her arms around your waist and faced you, watching you breathe in, and out, for what could have been hours. She would have been happy to watch you all night, keeping you safe and warm in her bed with her. She traced a finger around your face, down your nose, over your lips. She kissed your eyelids and your cheeks, finally laying down and letting her own eyelids fall. She could think about you leaving and her own hesitations tomorrow. Tonight, all that mattered was that you were hers, and she had all of you. She realized, as she drifted off, that she could never let you go. What she hoped, and what was true, of course, was that you had already become just as attached, making these next two weeks extremely turbulent yet magical.

That's it! Thanks for reading :) I can continue this if anyone is interested, just reply or comment or whatever if so. I can definitely see this going multi-chapter, y/n's last weeks before leaving, Wanda and y/n dealing with that, etc...

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